ｐｌｕｓ ｕｌｔｒａ! • bnha rp, accepting! •

[OrangeLeaf]

Yurika Heiya
Female / 15 / Class 1-B / Mood: Save me!/ Quirk: Empowerment / Form / Tagged: Ruins zone (Takumi, Higa)

Yurika couldn’t and definitely shouldn’t try to interfere between a villain and a hero. And that exactly what she did: nothing. She stood there as she watched the little girl skipping around, playing with the angry boy as he fell to his knees in pain. Honestly, everyone’s first instinct would be to see the girl as the hero and the boy as the villain, especially with how violent he was acting. But the girl’s behavior in this crazy environment kinda drove home who was really the victim here. No one would feel that confident when just scattered by villains. Her heart sunk when she realized the league of villains were low enough to recruit a little girl in their ranks. A little girl who probably didn’t know better. It made her even more scared of them than before, and that’s saying a lot.

Not to mention, she saw the guy on one of her first days and immediately put him on the ‘do not interact with under any circumstances’ list.

Relieved at not noticing her, she watched as the two ran out of sight, probably to duke it out with each other somewhere else. She let out a breath she didn’t thought she was holding. She was safe...for now.

Yurika jumped as a voice called her name, but relaxed when she recognized it. She turned around, much faster than ever, with a relieved smile on her face.

“Nishihara-san! Good to see you’re still alive. Would have been annoying if you died.”

She held in a laugh when she saw Takumi coming to a stop near her. He seemed relatively unharmed too, at least, for the situation at hand. “Eh, let’s say I got off lucky. Slammed into a rock when I fell, so I may have a wound under under my suit, but I also could have faced a villain, so...”

Despite all of what was going on, she felt a little safer. Takumi was here, and he would do his best to protect her. She couldn’t help but smile warmly at him. “Thanks...we should try and find a way out of here. If we keep standing here, we’ll run into trouble. Besides, I’m not sure if going after that girl is a good idea. From what I could see, she could inflict pain on that guy without coming too close. And that’s the most violent guy in school. He’ll save himself for a while.”

Just as she was running her mind for possible escape route and avoidance techniques, it came to a quick halt when a scuttling noise distracted her. She turned to see a girl her age with long purple hair and a bandage around her arm. A puddle of insects were near her feet and she did NOT look like a person who’d help them. Almost instinctively, she grabbed his arm, fear building up in her head.

“No, no, no, please tell me that’s not a villain...”

[ara vhen'an !]

☿ 𝕋𝕠𝕪𝕠𝕥𝕠𝕞𝕚 𝕊𝕠𝕣𝕒 ☿
He/him - Sixteen - 1-A - Quirk: Inner Demon - Location: USJ-Downpour - Form - #Haru, Tsukiko [downpour]
For a moment, Sora lay crumpled on the ground, coughing and sputtering, blood dotting his lips as he coughed some out, breath hot and shaky. Blood pooled around him as the villain's hands were no longer touching him, preventing his blood from escaping his body and instead turning to red ash, which dusted the pale skin untouched by their quirk. He trembled, almost violently, skin turning unusually pale and cold, but he struggled to sit up, to move, to get out of the building and get to his classmates, when Haru returned, appearing just as quickly as she had left. It took him a moment to adjust and acknowledge her, all his senses mostly dulled by adrenaline and the rapid fire heartbeat in his ears. "H-Haru-san?" He whispered, peering at her with his remaining purple eye, other eye injured and unable to be seen out of for the moment. She said some things, but he couldn't quite hear her, blood rushing all in his ears, but she had thrown something into his hands as she flickered out of sight. For the time being he didn't question where she had gone, instead his attention on the item in his shaking hands, which seemed to be bandages. Figuring that they were for his wounds, he attempted to bandage himself, blood starting to seep everywhere, into his hair, into his clothes, the bandages immediately soaking up the liquid as soon as he placed them over, but he fumbled a lot, fingers shaking too hard for him to be able to properly bandage himself. Frustrated, he ripped them away, tearing off the ruined bit of bandages and slipping them into a compartment behind his leather legs pads so he could give them back to Haru, instead opting to use his scales to cover the wounds until more could be done about them. Pink iridescent scales quickly rose to cover the bits of flesh that were turned to ash, blood trapped underneath, shining underneath the scales. The wounds on his arm, shoulders, and neck were easy enough to cover, the neck a little difficult from having to alter the pattern of the scales so he could move properly, but the face was a bit of a problem, considering that he's have to cover up his eye, and he didn't have much practice in doing that. He attempted it anyways, using up his reserves to form scales along the right side of his face, effectively creating a sort of half mask that blocked off his wounds until he could properly get them treated.

At that moment, Sora had realized that Haru had left him alone, along with the villain that had attacked him. Don't, don't tell me she wen't after them, he thought to himself, panic rerising in his chest, stumbling and fumbling to his feet, his legs trembling something fierce but he couldn't just sit around while his friend went after someone who was obviously dangerous. Scrambling, he slipped and tripped as he made his way to the stairs of the building, where he had heard the villain go up previously, and assumed that's where Haru went as well, following the trail of wet footsteps that led him to an open window, outside a view of the roof of a nearby building, where Haru had the villain pinned, her body glowing with her quirk activated. "Haru-san, no!" He shouted, sticking his front half of the body out of the window, screaming into the wind and rain, hoping his voice wasn't being drowned out by the elements. His vocal cords screamed at him when he spoke, and he had to pause to cough, more blood splattering out of his mouth. "It-It's fine, Haru-san! Come back! Please!" The pink haired male cried, tears welling in his remaining eye, vision becoming blurry once more as he felt his strength wane. "Pl-Please...don't get hurt b-because of me..." Breathing erratic, he attempted to haul himself over the sill of the window, not quite making it, his arms giving out before he could jump, and he rested against the frame, smearing blood over the side of the building, glassy eye staring off as he was forced to watch Haru fight the villain.

დ sυzυkαzє ячυυиσsυkє დ
Any Pronoun - Sixteen - Villain - Quirk: Draconic Ancestry - Location: USJ-Conflagration - Form - #Naoshi, Kuron, Yoshi [conflagration]
Hissing, they slinked back into the flames, red and orange scales practically blending in with the nature of fire, their scales simply glinting in the light and warding off any uncomfortable heat that would otherwise burn them into ash. They watched as Naoshi continued to interact with the students instead of backing off when things seemed to get dangerous, making curiosity flutter inside their chest and a hum escape their long, scaled throat. Naoshi never rubbed them to be one to enjoy taunting and teasing others, but maybe they just didn't know him all that well. Or maybe the air of danger brought out another side to him? They knew of some villain's like that, who were practically different people in and out of combat, so maybe their friend was the same. A curious idea, and one they were indifferent about, though it did make them worry for him, seeing as he hadn't exhibited any way to physically defend himself, so they were worried that he would get hurt before they could react against anything. Don't do anything stupid, they hissed to themself, wishing they could communicate in this form so they could talk with Naoshi, but they couldn't risk transforming right now and startling the heroes-in-training into attacking when they weren't ready or prepared. All they had for weapons while outside of dragon form were their claws they could summon, and they weren't sure how well that would fair against a sword and a bat.

Ryuunosuke decided to prepare for combat, figuring they wouldn't have time to do it in the split second they needed to, and focused on making themself bigger, slowly growing, growing, until they were as big as they could get, around the size of a lion, roughly one-hundred-and-twenty centimeters tall, two-hundred-and-fifteen centimeters long, and wing span around fifteen-hundred centimeters, though currently, they kept their wings tucked tightly against their body, still smothered in the flames. Their outline could very clearly be seen now, however, as they stand ominously within the smoldering embers, golden eyes of molten lava gleaming as they glared through the flames at the U.A. students, a low rumble sounding from their throat, perhaps the equivalent of laughter to a dragon. They were clearly rather deadly in this form, though it exhausted them to no end, and they could already feel themself get drowsy as they simply stood in the flames and look intimidating. It wasn't their goal to kill the students, simply terrorize and keep them busy while Shigaraki and the Nomu took care of All Might, but if the time came to it and they would have to kill, they wouldn't hesitate. Smoke billowed out from their nostrils, and they looked over at Naoshi, gazing at him, as if asking 'what should I do next?', though they knew that he wouldn't be able to tell, nor answer them without activating his quirk, so after a moment, they flitted their eyes away, lashing their tail against the ground, putting some fires out in the process. 'You would do best to listen to him, less you get hurt,' they tried to say, though it just came out as a growl, reverberating against their chest and throat pleasantly.

♕ вαкυgσυ кαтsυкι ♕
He/him - Fifteen - 1-A - Quirk: Explosion - Location: USJ-Ruins/Central - Form - #Sakai [ruins/central]
He almost sighed in relief when the immediate pain subsided, leaving him only with the dull aching remnants of whatever the girl had caused happen to him, though he heard her screaming and instead winced, her voice harsh against his torn eardrums. His body felt almost unnaturally cold against the heat of his own blood pooling around himself, and he felt himself shiver, though he wasn't sure if it was because of the chills that stood at the end of his hairs, or if it was a reaction to the aching pain that persisted inside of his body, most particularly, his stomach, throat, and head, throb, throb, throbbing, dull screams echoing inside of his hollow shell, though he couldn't answer to any of them, his mind already beginning to wander away to distract himself of his own agony. Is this what dying is like? Am I dying? he mused to himself, eyesight fading in and out, blood still slowly trickling out of his waterline. A grumbled sounded in his throat, as close to a bitter laugh as he could get. It's about time. Katsuki allowed his glossy red eyes to close, now enveloping himself in darkness, entertained by his own thoughts, the numbness of his fingertips growing upwards, to the rest of his hands. He tried to flex his fingers, to spark his palms, but he felt nothing, and couldn't tell if they weren't responding, or if he just ceased to be able to feel any of it. His heartbeat was starting to slow to a more reasonable pace, and one concerned with dying would be be panicking at that idea, but the ash blond was merely relieved that the throbbing would stop sending trembles through his skull, the pain too much for him to bare it without going insane. He wondered what others would think of him after he passed. This child would be the cause of his death, and internally he winced. Everyone would see him as weak. He wouldn't be the remembered the way he wanted, with respect and glory and awe, no, he'd be used as an example of someone who couldn't handle the heat, who crumbled, who perished because he wasn't strong enough. Katsuki felt more wetness on his cheeks, and he assumed he was crying, though whether it was tears or more blood, he wasn't sure, and didn't really care. He didn't want to be known as weak. He knew he was, deep down, worthless and useless and inadequet, but he didn't want to be remembered of that way. He'd say he rather die than be known as that, but here he was, dying, or so he assumed. Funny how things work out that way, huh?

The ash blond didn't respond when Sakai asked him if he was okay. In a way, he felt like he couldn't. His lips were numb, and no amount of effort put behind it could he bring himself to even move a muscle, though, perhaps he gave a twitch or two to signal he was still alive, if his labored breathing didn't already give that away. Something stung inside him, and jolt throughout his body, and he felt his mouth part, only to retch more blood, bubbles forming at the surface as he groaned into it, surface of his mouth stinging before slowly starting to go numb as well. Every breath he took was agonizing, like he was forcing a rusted wheel on a bike to continue turning long after its expired date, the rust screaming in defiance with every loop it did. His tired thoughts wandered, touching briefly on topics, like what his mother was going to do when she found out what had happened, but they never stayed long, until the thought of Hiro surfaced. What will Hiro think of me? he wondered, head shifting on the ground as the last of the muscles in his next relaxed. The most obvious answer would be that he would laugh at him, perhaps make some jokes at his expense and tarnish the remaining positive image he had left behind, which was dwindling at this point. Though, he had to wonder if he would even think about him after his passing. Probably not. I'm not worth enough, if anything, to anyone to warrant that, Katsuki answered his own question, sighing into his pool of blood, breathing becoming harder with each passing second. When would someone find his body? Hopefully he wasn't going to be left out too long, the heat would surely make him stink. Though, maybe he deserved to rot.

☠ Ｋｏｂａｙａｓｈｉ Ｒｉｎｇｏ ☠
He/him - Fifteen - 1-A (Villain) - Quirk: Vampyrism - Location: USJ-Central - Form - #Yuzuru [central]

☠

♫ ♪ υмεsαкι sнιση ♪ ♫
He/him|They/them - Seventeen - Villain - Quirk: Hypnotic Voice - Location: USJ-Mountain - Form - #Midori, Yobi, Denki, Momo, Nina, Etsuko [mountain]
When something gripped the wrist he held his phone in, he took a sudden intake of breath, ruining the perfect minor key melody he was performing. Mild annoyance gripped his mind, though he kept singing as he tried to wrench his hand away from whatever was holding him. It felt rocky, earthy, and the loud robotic voice that his phone spoke in told him that it was a hand made of earth, or so what one of his commenters said, allowing the phone to speak to him. He growled in his throat, his voice still beautiful, but sounding irritated, as he tried to free himself. That's when something slammed into his hand, twisted his wrist backwards, not only causing a sharp pain and a loud crack, but forcing his phone out of his hand, and he heard it scatter and skid across the ground behind him, robotic voice going into overdrive as more and more comments started coming in, warning him of dangers, asking him if he was okay, and that he should probably leave before things got dicey. Shion scream-sang profanities, his voice still as captivating as ever, but angry, aggressive, and full of malice. His wrist throbbed unpleasantly, and he couldn't bring himself to move it without sending shockwaves of pain throughout his arm. He couldn't move his fingers either, though whether from shock, or the idea that he might've broken his wrist, he wasn't sure.

Increasing his volume, Shion didn't care if he damaged his vocal cords, he was going to make these students submit to him. He finished up one of his songs, voice pissed off, nasty, and dangerous. Venom laced his words like daggers, stabbing into the consciousnesses of those who could hear him, ripping and tearing them to shreds as he belted out the last bits of his malice-infused power. Eventually though, he had to stop singing, his breath hitching in his throat, and he coughed violently, his body trembling as his dry throat stung against his worn out vocal cords. Ripping his hand away from whatever had captured him, he stumbled away, hoarse voice cursing every profanity under the sun. He knew that his quirk would keep hold on everyone for a few more minutes, until their brains rids themselves of his sound waves, so he had time to leave, but he had to act fast. Dropping to his knees, he swept his uninjured hand across the ground, looking for his phone. When he found it, he felt the cracks all long the screen, and he made an almost inhuman noise of rage, his blind eyes taking on a look of pure vexation, and he swore to kill each and every one U.A. student here with his own bare hands. The lavender haired boy, cracked phone in hand, muttered an apology to his viewers on his live stream before rising to his feet and stumbling off of the cliff he had climbed on, jumping down, cursing again when he landed wrong and pain shot up an ankle, before taking off in the direct he thought he came from, though, being blind, he could be completely wrong. He just hoped he didn't fall off a cliff and die, or run into a rock and smash his face in.

❀ 𝔐𝔞𝔱𝔰𝔲𝔬𝔨𝔞 𝔎𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔬 ❀
He/him|They/them - Seventeen - Big Three (Villain) - Quirk: Ashes to Ashes - Location: USJ-Downpour - Form - #Haru [downpour]
Kaito didn't get very far before he was tackled to the ground by someone, who he quickly recognized as the short girl the pink haired student was hanging out with, her whole body glowing as she pressed herself into him. He felt his skin start to burn, then disintegrate away, leaving bloody masses of flesh, like he had done to the larger teenager just moments before. Instead of panicking, this just annoyed him. Noting the glowing on her entire body, he assumed that her quirk targeted her entire body, until his, which was only his hands. Disappointing, and he was rather outmatched, but the blue haired villain was never one to back down from a fight when provoked. "I told you not to interfere," he growled, voice deep, before rearing his knee up and slamming it into her stomach, using his other leg to wrap it around her leg and throw her off, sending her across the slick roof top, where, hopefully she'd fall. Not like it would make much difference, since he had seen that she could teleport, but it would give him some time to stand up and gain his bearings. Ignoring the new wounds on his legs from touching her, he rolled onto the balls of his feet, slipping a little on the slick shingles of the building, but his shoes were made for situations like these, gripping the material he stood on so he didn't fall. Kaito didn't unsheathe his knives, figuring her quirk would just make quick work of them, and opted for simply his fists, wondering if he could stun her could to get her off his ass so he could get out of her line of sight and bail. He loved fighting, don't ever get him wrong, he just recognized when he was poorly equipped to deal with something.

The voice of Sora caught his attention, and he flitted his eyes, hidden by his wet mask, up momentarily, before smirking. "You should get your friend before he falls out the window and cracks his head on the pavement." He joked, letting out a maniacal cackle, taking a few steps backwards on the roof, aware of a hole in the shingles not too far from him, where he could possibly slip through and into the building and use that as a means of escape. "If you want a similar fate, feel free to come after me, though I can't promise that cotton candy over there will survive. He's losing a lot of blood, you know. Don't heroes aim to save, rather then punish?" The villain taunted, his wide grin hidden by his fox mask, and he took another step back. He felt his palms burn against the cold rain, turning the water that touched his palms to soft ash that fluttered down to his feet periodically. "And what about that other girl, hmm? What if I went after her instead? I bet I could turn her all to ash and leave her a puddle at your feet, if you so desired. Or maybe I could shape her into a snowman! The possibilities are endless. I could leave them alone, however, but you'll have to ask nicely and keep the burny-burny to a minimum, deary."

[GIANELLA12]

Ⓜⓘⓓⓞⓡⓘ Ⓜⓘⓓⓝⓘⓖⓗⓣ :⃝ Ⓤⓜⓔⓢⓐⓚⓘ Ⓢⓗⓘⓞⓝ
Ⓒⓛⓐⓢⓢ :⃝ ① -⃝Ⓐ  ,⃝ Ⓗⓔⓡⓞ ⓘⓝ Ⓣⓡⓐⓘⓝⓘⓝⓖ ,⃝ Ⓜⓞⓤⓝⓣⓐⓘⓝ Ⓡⓐⓝⓖⓔ

The moment the second order was placed, Midori fell to her knees and clenched her throat in pain. Her vocal cords closed up on her due to the command, and her ears were ringing with every lyric from the other that controlled her. Without her quirk Midori was useless, a simple human that only stood in the way. Well, according to her mother that is, she only stared at her class mates dully before her gaze would go to both villains. Her mind wandering off, what if she had chosen to be one of them, just like her dad..to hurt instead of aid, to laugh at their pain like everyone did at hers, to push the weak aside and prove her power. Her hands weakly slid into the pocket to find her small bet charm and yet again memories flooded to her. That was also the moment the singer went silent and Midori snapped out of it. She turned in time to see him run off and looked back at the others, she bit her lip before she hurried after him. Midori used her voice to make her way through the darkness. Her small bit charm in hand, she used it as well to paralyze him in time to tackle him to the ground and pin him. Her hands quickly covered his mouth and she glared, Midori was panting as she gathered her words, "tell me, what ever pushed you into the river of evil? If you answer me this, I'll give you some water and only ask you run away in defeat, try to use your voice and your cords will only get ruined. A singer can't live like that now can he?" She murmured glaring at him.

[Go!Go!Zeppeli!]

Makoto Ishikawa|Location: Ruins Zone|Tags: Shoichi, Bakugou, Sakai, Tokoyami, Takumi, Ayano, Higa, Yurika, Mara
Makoto had been wandering around for a little while around the simulated ruined city when someone appeared in front of him. The girl's eyes were covered by a mask, however a malicious grin was still visible on the girl's face. The girl was circling him, her long dark ponytail swaying in the breeze. "Who are you?!" He asked the girl circling her, his hand cannons prepared to fire if she made a move.

Tsukiko Yukimura|Location: Downpour Zone|Tags: Sora, Hiro, Haru, Keebo, Meiko
Tsukiko was about to answer Haru's question when she heard Sora yell out both her and Haru's names in a pained voice. Haru had quickly flickered over to Sora, and when she had gotten over to him he was half out a window. She pulled out some rope similar to Aizawa's scarf and used it to pull him out of the window with her quirk. She had doubts that her own physical strength was enough to pull him from the window, so she just decided to use the rope in conjunction with her quirk. When she looked out of the window, she saw a blue-haired man in a kitsune mask standing on the roof. She tore a chunk of the concrete of the road and launched it at the man, in hopes to knock him off the roof.

[Thatgirlcalledember]

Mara eliza robins
“Ne, i dont think you really need to know. But im the Nightmare Fairy.” I stated, standing still for a moment. “You goto school with Arabella Crow, Bakugou, Kuse, etc.” i stated, looking at ayano behind him for a second before smiling. “Hows it like going to a school where everyone hides something?” I questioned, messing with him before i activated my quirk.

[Zillow]

✴ ── ❝ ンラコニ モチノラト

ＹＯＢＩ ＭＡＫＯ ❞

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

♀ ♢ 15 ♢ Class 1-A ♢ Earth Manipulation ♢ Location. Mountain Zone ♢ Crush. ;) ♢ Tagged. Mountain Zone Group

The blond girl smiled weakly grinning to see her so called plan was working, her mind feeling dizzy. She panicked realizing that he was singing only louder now, Yobi began walking backwards knowing the more distances she had put between them the less she could hear him. She clutched the earphones pressing them harder against her ears begging for the singing to stop, anger boiling in her stomach as she felt herself slowly being pulled into darkness. she cried out groaning in pain shutting her eyes harder her body, she was begging for the guy to shut up already a minute felt like a hour as she felt her ears ringing her feet soon began numb and almost felt her mind begin to be taken over if she could she would've made a dome to lessen the hearing but her body was too numb to do so. Finally it stopped both the singing when she smiled weakly her vision blurry as she realized the lavender haired Villain was fleeing, wait no! She panicked trying to get up but only hit her head against the ground exhausted, due to her hitting her forehead against the hard surface blood began to fall down from her face taking deep breathes as she slowly took off the earphones and noticed her ears where bleeding slightly. She reassured herself she was fine, it would take a lot more then that for her to become deaf, but hell did that hurt. Yobi snapped out of her thoughts to she Midori run after the villain that was running off, grunting the blond forced herself up with the little drops of willpower she had left and walked towards the two glad that the girl had pinned him down with her hand covering Shion's mouth. "Good job." She murmured glancing at her classmate, it was taking her a lot more of what she had to stand up. The blood that was running down her head was making her dizzy. She glanced back to where she had forced into a Earth Box and felt guilty and angry, there was also Momo which didn't make anything better. She lifted up her boot from the ground and stepped on his finger mistakenly "People like you annoy me to the point of me wanting to kill them..but that wouldn't be nice, I am not some stupid villain like you guys.." she snapped pressing hard against his fingers moving to the palm of his hands benting over her eyes burning with disgust as she scowled. "And don't let go of him Midori, maybe we can get some information from him." Yobi added her red eyes flickering to the girl.

[starsailor]

R I N A x K I N O S H I R A

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Rina Kinoshira hero
gender female
age fifteen
quirk animal spirit
▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰
location landslide zone
tag/s yuuto
mentioned everyone in landslide
zone
▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰
form here
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The bird had been going about the villians, occasionally pecking and clawing at the villian's heads. Most had swiped at the bird to attempt to bring it down to the ground and possibly injure it in the process. Luckily for the bird and Rina, it had managed to swoop out of reach those times, potentially saving itself. For Rina's physical body, it was dangerous, especially one of the villians got a little too close for her liking.

Which is exactly what happened. Some had probably seen beforehand where the bird was connected to, but had been previously too preoccupied to go attack. In the midst of the chaos, one had snuck off and was making his way towards Rina. Giving off a loud squawk, the bird realised this and flew straight back and it went right back into Rina's body. At that moment, Rina's eyes snapped open and jumped back to avoid an attack.

What do I do? I can't use my quirk again, he's way too close... Rina had essentially very little weapons on her. She could run then activate her quirk, but she wasn't too confident in her ability to run.

E T S U K O x S A S A K I

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Etsuko Sasaki villian
gender male but say
they/them
age eleven
quirk simon says
▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰
location mountain zone
tag/s group in mountain
mentioned anyone in the
mountain zone
▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰ ▰
form here
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Etsuko hadn't realised the singing had stopped. The throbbing in their head faded away as they could somehow collect their thoughts and rearrange them. They were slightly confused. Who was that? It would've most probably been a villian as they knew UA students would be cautious with that sort of quirk. A UA student wouldn't really start singing out of nowhere, with the intention to make them fight.

Etsuko could see from a distance that the fighting had calmed down. The students were gathered around something or someone. Had they seen them? Etsuko wasn't sure. Eyes widened as they slowly connected the dots.That's why I couldn't think straight then. But if there's a villian there, aren't I on the same side as him? Etsuko chewed their lip, unsure of what to do. They could use their quirk, but that would be risky as they weren't sure if it would work properly. No matter, Etsuko decided to try, there wasn't much to lose.

"Let him go!" Etsuko called out as loud as they could, making sure their quirk was working in their voice.

[ShimmerSolarPets]

ɴɪsʜɪʜᴀʀᴀ ᴛᴀᴋᴜᴍɪ

Puppet Lord - 1-B - 15 - Quirk: Puppeteer - Form - Location: Ruins Zone - Tagged: Yurika & Higa

Takumi turned his head to the place where the child and the boy had been moments before, and saw that they had already vanished to who-knows-where. Yurika had said that the boy was the most violent guy at school. Takumi had never really paid any attention to the people of 1-A, but judging from that small glimpse Takumi had of the boy, he seemed to be able to take care of himself for a while. Perhaps he could convince Yurika to help the blonde-haired boy out later unless he'd sorted things out himself. Things were bad enough as it was, and they had a more pressing concern to deal with at the moment. But the moment Yurika of all people held onto his arm, he realized the gravity of their situation. Takumi tried to remain calm for both of their sakes. After all, Yurika, who was averse to touching people, had instinctively turned to him for protection. Sure, he was wearing sleeves and Yurika was wearing gloves, but it drove in a sense of responsibility into him to know that the girl was putting her trust in him. "Well, she certainly isn't a pro hero teacher, so that only leaves us with two possibilities, doesn't it?" Takumi said, with a small laugh to disguise how nervous he actually felt. "If she's from 1-A, she'll help us. If she's a villain, she'll try to hurt us." The tables had been turned. For the longest time, Takumi had been a villain running from the heroes. Now, he was the hero confronting a villain. Sure, he had given the possibility of her being a student, but deep down, he knew for sure that she was a villain. It was something like his gut instincts telling him a member of his own kind- or at least, his own kind before he switched sides. Gray eyes gazing up to the purple-haired girl, who was standing on rubble above them, he let a small grin slide onto his face. "Hey, insect lady!" he called out. "Would you please call off your little pets?"

Directing his focus to a pile of nearby rubble, he let his invisible electric impulses radiate from his mind. The pulses ran through his creepy-looking mask, getting sent out at a faster rate than usual. The pulses reached the area of rubble, causing the materials to shift and move. Quickly, the rubble knit itself into a large humanoid puppet, with a disproportionately large pair of feet. Perhaps he could threaten the villain into submission? His puppets could easily crush her bugs, after all. His old villainous instincts kicking in, his easygoing smile turned into something a little more sinister. An eerie gleam lit up his gray orbs, partially concealed underneath the smooth white half-mask that he wore over his face. "You know, I hate unnecessary loss of life, even if they're insects," he spoke, in a softer voice that had a dangerous edge to it. "But I won't hesitate to make jam out of your tiny friends if you make them attack us." Part of Takumi was trying to rein in his instincts. Threats were unbecoming of a hero, after all, and the girl hadn't even attacked them yet. However, in times of crisis, he would often find himself dealing with situations the way he used to. Looks like old habits die hard.

ᴋᴜʀᴜᴍᴀ ɴᴀᴏsʜɪ

Vegetable - Villain - 17 - Quirk: Crippling Despair - Form - Location: Conflagration Zone - Tagged: Kuron, Yoshi, Ryuunosuke

Naoshi watched as Ryuunosuke revealed themself from the embers, growing and growing into the size of a large feline. An ominous figure against the flames, Naoshi could not help but feel a little terrified himself of their ferocious dragon form. They were both dangerous and magnificent in this form. Smooth scales glimmering in the firelight, a long muscular tail gracefully sweeping across the flames... Ryuunosuke had been fascinating to look at in their usual form, with their perfect proportions and flawless features, but this was on a whole other level. They were an impressive figure of destruction, ready to rain down terror upon those who dared to cross them. His magenta eyes met their golden ones, gleaming and radiating with the ferocity of molten lava. They seemed to have something they wanted to say, though nothing they said would register in Naoshi's mind in this form. That was when he suddenly remembered that he had a task on hand. It was fortunate that they were surrounded by flames for nobody could see the small blush that had crept up on his face as he quickly looked back at the students. How could he let himself get distracted in the middle of a mission? Inhaling a bit of smoke, Naoshi coughed slightly. "Uh... See? You wouldn't want to mess with them, now would you?" he continued. His eyes were trying to catch their gaze again. It would be easier to keep them on the spot if they were under the influence of his quirk, after all. Naoshi wondered how he could get his intentions known to Ryuunosuke. All his talking and bluffing and slight teasing were all for one goal: to keep them here. Shigaraki, Kurogiri, and the Nomu would be able to take on Eraserhead, Kyuubi-no-Kitsune, Thirteen, and All-Might if they were on their own. After all, the League of Villains had a vast amount of resources. Surely they could take on four pro heroes who were more concerned about the students than their own wellbeing? However, their plan would be guaranteed to fail if the students managed to get backup from the rest of the faculty. He couldn't let these two in front of him escape his grasp to get reinforcements.

His magenta eyes were stinging badly from the smoke and heat, and Naoshi had to repeatedly rub them. Tears were building up within them, but he forced himself to keep them open to try to keep them here. "L-look..." he said, clearing his dry throat. "The offer of negotiation still stands, you know? Do you really want to take your chances with them?" He gestured towards Ryuunosuke. "Do you want to get yourselves killed that badly? I mean, it's kinda your fault if you do. You'd be the ones provoking us, after all." He spoke in a gentle, friendly tone. The sinister look that had previously seeped into his smile had completely vanished, returning him to the friendly local trash boy that he was. Naoshi was back to being his usual amiable self. "I know my opinion is trash, but I'm just saying- you'd be much safer in a stalemate!" he chirped.

ғᴜᴋᴜɴᴀɢᴀ ᴀʏᴀɴᴏ

Sumi - 1-A (Villain) - 14 - Quirk: Ink Manipulation - Form - Location: Ruins Zone - Tagged: Makoto, Mara

Watching closely as Mara and Makoto interacted from her safe spot behind the rubble of a fallen column, a small satisfied smile crossed her face. Ayano always loved watching Mara activate her quirk. There was just a sense of... power and pleasure, watching the face of her targets contort into horror. Ayano had always loved watching the horrified expressions of people that she mercilessly beat in a game of gambling. The satisfactory pleasure of making them watch her scoop up their precious money- perhaps even after betting all they had- and placing them into her wallet, leaving them with nothing. Ayano waited for a bit to let Makoto succumb to Mara's quirk. As she did so, she saw the other villains starting to creep in towards them. Good, they all got the signal. The ink raven went back to her shoulder, and melted into the back of her neck as a tattoo. Letting her gaze drift back towards the cyborg, she briefly wondered what he was seeing. What sort of terrifying fear did the half-mechanical boy have, that Mara was tormenting him with visions of right at that very moment? After quite some time, Ayano decided to launch her attack now. Mara couldn't keep up her quirk forever, after all, and this should be enough time for Makoto to be well and thoroughly tormented by his fears. Choosing to summon a large mountain lion from her deck of cards, she watched as the ink construct ran ferociously towards Makoto and pounced at the cyborg boy, satisfaction building up inside her. She couldn't wait to see her creation tear apart the cyborg's circuits.

ʏᴀᴏʏᴏʀᴏᴢᴜ ᴍᴏᴍᴏ

Creati - 1-A - 15 - Quirk: Creation - Form - Location: Mountain Zone - Tagged: everyone at Mountain Zone (specifically Nina (briefly), Shion, Yobi, Midori, Etsuko (mentioned))

The moment Midori confronted the pale-haired boy who had been singing, Momo snapped out of her hypnotic trance. Her mind still a little fuzzy, she stared at the iron staff in her hand. With a jolt of realization, she realized what she had been doing. Looking at the girl with the twintails that she had been trying to attack, horror filled her heart. Quickly, Momo created a pair of sound-cancelling earphones and popped them into her ears, to prevent further activation of sound-related quirks on herself. The black-haired girl saw Yobi and Midori holding down the boy who had started this whole mess in the first place. Frowning at herself for being so stupid as to let herself be influenced by this horrible villain, she made up her mind to make it up to them in some way. And that was to help them. "I'm sorry, Tachibanta-san! Here, have a pair of sound-cancelling eaprhones!" she shouted, conjuring a pair of sound-cancelling earphones from her arm and throwing them at the 1-B girl before running towards Yobi and Midori to help out. As she did so, she made sure to scoop up the sound-cancelling earphones that she had dropped from the ground. Running as fast as she could towards Yobi and Midori, she put a hand to her chest. Colorful sparks lit up from the contact of her hand to the skin, she created a set of steel chains and a mouth gag as she continued to run towards them. Out of the corner of her onyx black eyes, she saw a boy with white and black hair that she did not recognize shout something, but with her sound-cancelling earphones on, she could not hear what it was. Finally coming to a halt near Yobi and Midori, she quickly handed them the sound-cancelling earphones and the chains. "I'm sorry about that," she spoke. "Here, use this to restrain him." Guilt was wracking Momo at this point. She had been completely and utterly useless as her friends tried to defeat the villain. No, even worse, she had been a hindrance. What kind of a hero would let herself be taken over like that?

[ara vhen'an !]

☿ 𝕋𝕠𝕪𝕠𝕥𝕠𝕞𝕚 𝕊𝕠𝕣𝕒 ☿
He/him - Sixteen - 1-A - Quirk: Inner Demon - Location: USJ-Downpour - Form - #Haru, Tsukiko [downpour]

☿

დ sυzυkαzє ячυυиσsυkє დ
Any Pronoun - Sixteen - Villain - Quirk: Draconic Ancestry - Location: USJ-Conflagration - Form - #Naoshi, Kuron, Yoshi [conflagration]

დ

♕ вαкυgσυ кαтsυкι ♕
He/him - Fifteen - 1-A - Quirk: Explosion - Location: USJ-Ruins/Central - Form - #Sakai [ruins/central]

♕

☠ Ｋｏｂａｙａｓｈｉ Ｒｉｎｇｏ ☠
He/him - Fifteen - 1-A (Villain) - Quirk: Vampyrism - Location: USJ-Central - Form - #Yuzuru [central]

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♫ ♪ υмεsαкι sнιση ♪ ♫
He/him|They/them - Seventeen - Villain - Quirk: Hypnotic Voice - Location: USJ-Mountain - Form - #Midori, Yobi, Denki, Momo, Nina, Etsuko [mountain]
Slipping his phone into his pocket so that he wouldn't drop it again (though he didn't turn off the livestream, figuring he'd use the audio from the next few encounters for his followers to listen to. He knew that as much as they adored his content, people on the dark web loved listening to suffering, no matter who it was from, and he had a suspicion that he was going to be in a bit of trouble in the near future) Shion continued to bolt down the rocky pathways of the USJ mountain zone, slipping and sliding, his shoes not gripping the sandy surfaces he was running on, and eventually, he slipped, colliding with a solid surface to which he assumed was a rock that jutted out from the ground. Spitting blood and cursing, he leapt away and tried to run again, before someone tackled him from behind, slamming him into the ground with a hard thud. With the air knocked out of his lungs, he coughed and sputtered, struggling to breathe as much as he could before he was flipped onto his back and hands firmly placed over his mouth, blocking off his breathing for a few moments, not realizing he could still breathe from his nose. The jostling movement had caused his messy mop of lavender hair to shift, no longer covering his face or in his eyes, revealing dark, still red-tinged scars blotched all around his sightless silver eyes, obvious to one with critical thinking that they were the ones to have caused his blindness, with how severely they cut deeply into the skin and had made their mark. Instinctively, he brought his hands up to grip at the person holding his mouth shut, though when his injured hand collided with the other persons arm, a muffled yelp sounded from behind their hands, and he let that hand drop, his uninjured hand wrapped around the wrist of whoever was muffling him. Struggling against their weight, he lifted his legs to kick and knee at the person on top of him, figuring that if it was only one person, he could take them, but that was when the second person showed up, stepping on his injured hand and effectively causing him to yelp again, though this time he bit down on the hand covering his mouth, causing them to reflectively draw their hand away.

"Yikes, your attitude is worse than a villains. You sure you're training to be a hero?" He grumbled, yanking his hand away from the person stepping on it, hissing between his teeth as he felt his nerves throb, an amused smirk adorning his face when she mentioned trying to get information out of him. "Sorry sweetheart, but I'm better to you dead. I'm not going to spill government secrets unless I'm getting paid. Pay me for my time, and all," he snickered, relaxing underneath the weight of the person on top of him, clearly done with putting up a fight. Shion heard the voice of a child, commanding the heroes-in-training to do something, but by this point, he had assumed that all of them had put on headphones, like one of the girls had earlier, so he huffed, assuming that they wouldn't have heard them. Just get out while you can, kid, he mused to himself, sightless eyes blankly staring upwards, listening to the U.A. students shuffle around him and talk. "Ne ne, if you're going to kill me, would you mind letting me make a phone call to my sister first? She'd be pissed if I died and she didn't get to berate me one last time," the lavender haired teenager smiled, the smile genuine, if a bit disturbing in some odd manner. Shion would be lying if he said he wasn't a little bit nervous, being caught like this, but for the most part he didn't mind too much, just assuming that his end had come, and that it would be best to just let it happen. This was something he had been waiting for, taunting, making crude jokes about for years now, it only made sense that it came back to bite him in the ass eventually. Hearing the jostle of chains, he couldn't help but laugh, lifting his uninjured hand to wipe at his forehead, which he thought was bleeding, or maybe it was sweat. He wasn't sure. "I didn't know you heroes were into that kind of stuff! Why didn't you guys tell me? I would've joined right away!" His chuckling was dark and heavy, not light and clear like the rest of his voice was, though at this point, his throat was absolutely burning, and he turned his head slightly to cough, spitting out some more blood, breathing becoming a little difficult with someone sitting on top of his small, fragile frame.

"There's...n-no need to...bind me, I can't exactly run from...what? Three? Four of you?" He spoke between coughs, hand covering his mouth, dotting it with blood and spit, wheezing softly. "Not like I could go anywhere. Not with these eyes." The blind teenager waved a hand over where he thought his eyes were, showing how they wouldn't react to anything getting near them, or anything entering his peripheral vision. "I'm actually probably safer with all of you! Provided that you don't collectively decide to toss me down a ravine. Which would be entirely fair, honestly. I'd do the same thing in your situation, except maybe worse? I'd at least want a finger or two as tribute. My fans like it when I auction off pieces of those I kill," he chuckled some more, though his voice was slowly getting quieter and quieter the more he talked, discomfort on his face whenever he'd have to swallow dryly, his adam's apple rubbing painfully against his dry throat. Damn this region and its dry, sandy air. Next time someone suggests he goes somewhere alone, he's going to make sure it's not some damn mountain region that very clearly has it out to kill him. His eyes watered as his hand throbbed, and he bit his lip, slightly yellowed teeth peeking out from underneath. This time, he remained silent, letting his head drop to the side, blanking 'staring' off into the distance, not like he could see anything, and he was mildly glad he couldn't. At least it would be a surprise, when one of them decided to slit his throat and bleed him out on the mountain side. He took this time to wonder if Noriko was okay, and what she was up to. A faint smile lifted his lips when he thought of her scolding him because he didn't get to kill anyone this round. 'But that's why we need to work together! We can get more done, in the bombest way possible!' he would say to her, if he ever got the chance to say that to her. Would he get the chance to speak with her again? A light sigh escaped his lips, relaxing more into the heroes-in-training's grasp. "Keep it simple. I don't want my death to scar my sister more than she already is."

❀ 𝔐𝔞𝔱𝔰𝔲𝔬𝔨𝔞 𝔎𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔬 ❀
He/him|They/them - Seventeen - Big Three (Villain) - Quirk: Ashes to Ashes - Location: USJ-Downpour - Form - #Haru [downpour]

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[GIANELLA12]

Ⓜⓘⓓⓞⓡⓘ Ⓜⓘⓓⓝⓘⓖⓗⓣ :⃝ Ⓤⓜⓔⓢⓐⓚⓘ Ⓢⓗⓘⓞⓝ
Ⓒⓛⓐⓢⓢ :⃝ ① -⃝Ⓐ  ,⃝ Ⓗⓔⓡⓞ ⓘⓝ Ⓣⓡⓐⓘⓝⓘⓝⓖ ,⃝ Ⓜⓞⓤⓝⓣⓐⓘⓝ Ⓡⓐⓝⓖⓔ

Midori hated herself, to begin with, she was the reason they all had to deal with Shion in the first place. Had she been more cautious, they wouldn't have been hit with his voice and they wouldn't have fought. Tears faintly welled into her eyes as she dwelled in the past and everything. Midori planted a small kiss onto his forehead before she quietly sang to him. Her voice soft and comforting. She hated herself, because no matter how much she knew she had to hate villains and possible even hurt them her father was part of them. She had no memory of him, the only one she knew was her mother and how much of a monster she was. She remembered the yelling, the crying, and the loneliness she had to endure because of that woman. She recalled being at the orphanage when the head mistress brought in a small stack of things and said it came from a stranger. Midori remembered the words the man wrote to her telling her he was glad she was okay and wished he could see her. He'd wish her happy birthday and send her small items such as bat plushies, charms, and a collection of owl feathers made into a headpiece for her. At the time Midori didn't know, but before she entered U.A everything clicked. Her father had been the stranger, a villain who had since been imprisoned was the one who showed her what a real smile was. Midori looked at the others before she ripped a small piece of her cloak and got out the first aid kit. Midori began to work on somewhat healing his wounds as she sang, it was simply to clean him up and show him some mercy. She then poured some water into his mouth and used the cloth to gag him. "I'm sorry you guys....this was all my fault." She whispered to her team not looking at them.